She walked out of the simple cottage. Her commoner’s dress flowing behind her through the midnight breeze. Her hair tied behind her, for whatever might come.
Through the mist and woods beyond the clearing, she spots the owl of question. What may go between them, no mortal could know. She closes her eyes as to sleep, the owl takes her side.
A breeze of new voice caresses her face. She takes new awareness and opens her eyes. the shore cliff which she stands, over looks a ocean which of she could only dream. One which are told in stories where mermaids swim and play.
To her forward left, also to the shore below her, shines a city full of merry. Turning to explore the newfound place, she finds herself at it’s borders. Though it may be empty she could feel the presence of old souls which walked these paths. Every window and doorway filled with endless candles shows the mysterious populace’s glee in something once known to all, but now known to few.
Almost as if in memory, she hears music and laughter echoing through hallowed allies. To the center piece of the town, she goes. Into the water of a flowing fountain she looks. For in the waters mirror she sees, not her, but of a young man, of her age, smiling as if in greeting. The face gave a spark of remembrance, but quickly gave out as soon as it came to being, the face still unknown to her.
Turning to see the man unknown, she sees only shadows forgotten. Turning again, she to the seashore cliff was but yet again. Unknowing what to do, she sits down upon the sweet smelling grass to contemplate.
To a jolt, as if told to, she regains her stand and turns to see the city now. But yet it is not in it’s original merry and brilliance. Now it is in darkness. She enters the city once more as to solve a mystery.
Hope, it stood strong in the atmosphere. In one window one could see a single, yet strong, candle that be lit on the pane. As to show it’s greatness and still be humble, it stood against unknown winds and breezes just to show her it’s hope.
Slowly she toes past the light, as to not disturb it’s brilliance. To the center piece again she stood. Though not alone.
The man she saw yet moments ago in reflection, she now saw in real. She now knew who he be and smiled at the recognition she had toward him. He walked to her and placed his hand softly upon her cheek. He then spoke in a simple yet mysterious way.
“ The time is not here, it is not your time to come, be patient, it will be soon.”
With regret in both their eyes, she walked away. Not even the owl’s screech to tear her away from her thoughts of the soul searching eyes of the now known man.
To the cliff she closed her eyes and waited for the familiar voice of the woods and mists beyond the cottage clearing. Then remembering her candle’s hope, she returned to her simple cottage with her commoner’s dress blowing through the dawn’s breeze.
